Astronomy (of Us)

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Karl never stopped teasing Sapnap, not as they rushed up the outdoor, creaky, and rickety stairs to their motel room, and sure as fuck not a second earlier while they rode a silver-shining, black-gleaming motorcycle. He dug his teeth into the seam of Sapnap's shoulder, working it between his jaw as his tongue pleaded to his brain for permission to lick tanned skin.

Last time, Karl couldn't see Sapnap's body all too well, hidden under an unforgiving night's blanket that triumphantly draped over them both in black. This time, Sapnap's skin was right there, taunting a flavor Karl didn't remember but recalled being heavenly. God, he wanted him closer somehow. He'd pressed the front of his torso into Sapnap's back, reached a hand over one of Sapnap's spread thighs, and palmed him hard, deep, when the boy wasn't perfectly erect as he was forced to keep driving. 

Karl glazed his eyes over Sapnap's arms gripping the handlebars, how the muscles rippled and tightened and stressed beneath the skin he wanted to gnaw and drool on like a lollipop. Trees pelted past them, and Karl couldn't stop grinding forward pathetically.

By now, Sapnap was ready to scream. Edging had never once been his thing, not back in Purlain, where his indigo-painted wall was the only onlooker in the dead of night. He didn't like it, or at least, he never thought he would, but Karl made it feel like something he could simultaneously do forever and writhe away from, enjoy for eons but desire to finally be given the grace of an orgasm. Karl didn't care, or didn't appear to as they unlocked the motel door. He walked ahead of Sapnap, swaying his hips and ruffling his hair contentedly.

Sapnap rolled the padlock of his necklace with his fingers, pulling his hand from the motel door's handle. Before he could let consciousness come back, or the blood fade from his crotch from Karl's angelically X-rated motions, he followed that boy into their bedroom.

Karl caught Sapnap right under the transom, looking like he was going to meet the other boy in the area of the kitchenette rather than the room they slept in. Nonetheless, he kissed the boy before he made himself stop or slow. 

Sapnap shut the door with his eyes closed, hands clutching Karl's hips greedily as the scintillating of electricity resumed. Karl went limp at one point, moaning loud as the final vein in his cock flooded completely with blood, erection fully present and throbbing painfully, pleading for something better than dull , smothering boxers to pleasure it. His fingers lost their grip, a bottle of lube he'd collected while Sapnap was back by the main door clattering to the ground. Neither moved to pick up the container they bought at the store.

"What do you plan on doing with that, Jacobs?"

"Drinking it, Sapnap, what do you think?"

Now it might just have a purpose as they both willingly groaned.

Sapnap rolled his hips, and Karl tried to gasp for air with more and more cotton stuffed in his head.

The curtains in the bedroom had been tugged open that morning, sending ribbons of sunlight, all golden and yellow and holy, to wrap them up tight.

Kisses as hungry as that made Sapnap forget he'd done it before, wriggling and desperate like a virgin with a relentless itch that'd never been scratched.

Kisses as furious as this made Karl vie for a society revolving around it, days filled with nothing but frottage and smooches against walls.

Sapnap's tongue breached Karl's mouth, the taller of the two dissolving in the wet, sloppy way their lips moved. When Karl finally pulled away, the clock resuming after they'd frozen it with fiery heat, Sapnap tried to chase until thoughts were back in his head. He could feel his shoulder blades and weight pressed against the thin wall, his veins all pulsating when his heart palpitated. He remembered the words Karl flung, the hint he caught like a skilled baseman, all the uneven beats got worse.